As soon as school started on Monday, Yang Luo felt that the atmosphere at school was a little wrong.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, and there is no paper that can hold the fire, and the news of Lin Feng's disappearance still spread in the school.

Some people say that he went abroad, some people say that he has transferred schools, but there are different opinions, and no one gives an exact statement, which makes this matter confusing.

It's only Monday, the first and second years of high school have started a war, several people have been taken away by the security guards, and Lin Feng used to press them, but now that Lin Feng is gone, their new and old hatreds will be settled.

Yang Luo didn't care about them, because Monday afternoon was the preliminaries of the top ten singers. Song Linxue was very nervous, but she was restless today when she was always serious in class, she looked at her guitar from time to time, and took it out to tune the strings after class.

Su Xiaotong also heard that Yang Luo and Song Linxue had established BlackPi

k, participating in the top ten singers, she said to Yang Luo very disdainfully: "Are you going to drag Song Linxue back?" ”

", we're going to win the championship." Yang Luo was too lazy to talk nonsense with the little witch, she was usually no different from paramecium in her eyes, and she didn't want to think about how ugly she was when she cried a few days ago.

Su Xiaotong seemed to hear a big joke, laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, and wiped her tears with her hands: "Yang Luo, can you tell a joke in advance next time, I'm going to laugh and cramp, hahaha." ”

Yang Luo looked at the exaggerated mother-in-law expressionlessly: "Han Bao, do you dare to bet?" ”

The girl tugged at her hair and said without hesitation; "What don't you dare? What to bet on? ”

Yang Luo bit it clearly word by word: "Bet on us blackpi."

k to take the championship. ”

Su Xiaotong waved his hand.

Yang Luo thought she was afraid, but she didn't expect her to say in a more contemptuous tone:

"I bet you won't even make it to the finals."

And this kind of good thing? Yang Roke was so happy.

"Good!"

Afraid that the little witch would regret it, she quickly agreed.

"If you lose, call me Daddy."

The little witch's bet is very naïve, and she is still playing the trick of the little kid recognizing her father.

But Yang Luo almost cried out happily, is his task about to be completed in a daze?

"Okay, let's get a witness."

Yang Luo traveled thousands of miles to bring the squad leader to be a witness.

Under the witness of the class leader, the two drafted the gambling contract, put red fingerprints, and went to steal the seal of the academic affairs office, adding a touch of formality to this funny gambling contract.

"When the time comes, I'm going to skip class to come and see you perform, hahaha." Su Xiaotong held the gambling contract in his hand, like a gambler who had just made a fortune from Las Vegas.

……

In the first class in the afternoon, Yang Luo and Song Linxue arrived at the gymnasium on time.

This is the scene of the preliminaries, there is no audience today, only the judges and teachers, compared with the finals of the concert, the preliminaries with few people can play at the level they should have.

Yang Luo looked at Song Linxue, whose hands were trembling, and was a little worried, even the preliminaries were nervous, and what could he do in the finals looking at the thousands of people in the audience.

"Don't be nervous, aren't you confident in our songs?" Yang Luo squeezed Song Linxue's little hand and gently grabbed it in the palm of her hand to help her relax her fingers.

Song Linxue lowered her head and acquiesced to Yang Luo's transgression. In the past few days, her mind has been full of the melodies of these songs, and she is humming even when she talks in her dreams, and the champion has unconsciously changed from motivation to pressure.

In the end, Song Linxue still breathed a long sigh of relief, smiled at Yang Luo, and the two walked into the gymnasium.

[Opinion +1]

[Current Opinion: 20]

After Yang Luo's efforts these days, the favorability finally exceeded 20.

There are a lot of people.

Some of them were caught by strong men, and they kept drinking water, and their legs trembled.

There is an art student who is opening his voice and proving his strength to everyone.

There are also those that have been rotten, nestled in the corner and watched the story.

There are two rounds of preliminaries, and in the final three grades, only 20 of the more than 60 people who participated in the competition will participate in the finals.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the teacher led the present into the auditorium in the gymnasium.

The number assigned to the two is 33, a very middle number, which is not good or bad.

The judges were already seated in the audience.

Judge No. 1: A young and beautiful music teacher, graduated from the Provincial Conservatory of Music, is quite popular in the school, and the score given is also the highest among several judges.

Judge No. 2: The old teacher of instant noodles, although he is a granny-level NPC. But the temper is extraordinarily short-tempered, and he can take a relaxed music lesson to a demon king who makes students fearful. The score given is ridiculously low, and the comments of the poisonous tongue can make students wonder if they have the vocal cords as an organ.

Judge No. 3: The male teacher with the wolfberry thermos cup in front of him is also famous in the city for his professional level, and has brought out several students who have been admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music. The score given was neither high nor low, but Yang Luo suspected that he hadn't listened at all, because Yang Luo's keen sense of hearing had already heard his snoring.

Judge No. 4: A leader who has no sense of existence, because he is in charge of literature and art in the management, his only role is to announce the start of the event. I don't listen to songs on weekdays, and my perception of pop songs is stuck ten years ago. He scored as many points as the No. 3 judge, and commented on the contestants in some ambiguous language, but in fact, what he said was nonsense.

Each group only had two minutes to go, and some of them were even more unlucky, and they just sang two sentences before they were called down by the old lady with instant noodles.

"If you don't want to participate, don't come. What's the point of singing rambling? ”

The contestant who was called off the stage blushed, and he was not in the mood to complain, and hurriedly left through the back door.

The number flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye it's thirty, blackpi

K has been notified to wait in the audience.

Su Xiaotong really came, and took Xu Meiyun with her, and the two of them hid behind and watched the performance on stage with a smile. The first period was the homeroom teacher's math class, and Su Xiaotong really dared to escape.

"Hello everyone, I'm No. 32 player Zhou Junjie. The song I sang was "Sea of Flowers". ”

Zhou Junjie is also a senior in high school, he has studied music for a period of time, and he is half an art and sports student, Yang Luo knows him because he plays.

The beautiful judge smiled and nodded, showing an expression of encouragement. The instant noodle head lady frowned, and her wrinkled face looked like a walnut that had not been plated. The remaining two judges remained silent.

Zhou Junjie's psychological quality is average, and he can't keep his pitch as soon as there are too many people, so he gave up the road of music.

"I would have chosen a simple song if I had known...... Zhou Junjie lowered his head, not daring to look into the eyes of the judges in front of him.

But regret is regret, the moving prelude of "Sea of Flowers" still sounded, Zhou Junjie's muscle memory activated, and his right foot hit the ground to beat and entered the state.

"Still, all the flowers bloomed

Far away, clear love......"

Zhou Junjie held the microphone in his right hand and clenched his fist in his left pocket to fight fear and keep his vocal cords stable.

"This man is okay." The beautiful judge has already written 9 in the notebook in his hand, and as for the number after the decimal point, it depends on his performance later.

"Barely enough." The instant noodle head lady did not also write down a 9.

The reaction of the other players also sighed quietly from the audience.

"Yo, this person sings well, I've seen more than 20 people." Su Xiaotong was eating popcorn while discussing with Xu Meiyun, which was more leisurely than watching a movie.

"Mmmm, it's a little handsome." Xu Meiyun came out of nowhere.

"I'll be able to see Yang Luo make a fool of myself right away, hahaha." Su Xiaotong looked at Yang Luo, who was standing stupidly in the audience, and almost choked on popcorn with laughter.

"I think Brother Luo can sing okay." Xu Meiyun deserves to be the king of the show, even if Yang Luo was not present, she still helped Yang Luo say good things.

Su Xiaotong glanced at her and stuffed popcorn into the mouth of this stupid woman.

"Do you want to get some IQ? Isn't it a slightly more handsome person, you have to help him speak? Su Xiaotong taught Xu Meiyun a lesson.

Xu Meiyun swallowed the popcorn and said aggrievedly: "I've heard Brother Luo sing." Moreover, Brother Luo is handsome and he sings well without contradiction. ”

Su Xiaotong pinched Xu Meiyun's face: "You can go to the eye hospital in West China to have a look." Can you say that Yang Luo is handsome? ”

Xu Meiyun struggled to get rid of Su Xiaotong's clutches, covered her red cheeks and said, "If you don't admit it, you won't admit it." Who did I mess with? ”

"Okay, learn to be stubborn, right?" Su Xiaotong put down the popcorn and sent both hands to the battlefield.

Just when the two were fighting, Zhou Junjie's performance had already ended.

On the stage, Yang Luo pinched Song Linxue's hand again, which was soft, like a glutinous rice cake made by grandma's family.

Thinking that so many people below might see it, Song Linxueqiao's face was slightly red, but her steps were more steady.

"Next, number 33, black...... blackpi

k？ ”

Under the weird, expectant, skeptical gaze of the audience.

Yang Luo and Song Linxue took the stage.